( It's the sort of reaction he expected, and so he withdraws his hand easily, even as he steps into the shade. He can see what Bakugo's logic is here, what he's hoping to accomplish, but he's always found it so laughable, trying to stubbornly run away from the whole idea of this place that was strong enough to warp them away from home. )

I believe you're misunderstanding something. The drug is far from the only thing that will affect your body here.

( This time, at least, his voice dips a little lower, out of his teasing playfulness he's been harassing him with the whole time. Esikko is wearing a buttoned up beach shirt, too ashamed of the scars on his chest, but he has no trouble rolling up a short sleeve to show his heart tattoo, a slightly darker pink of vine-like windings in the shape of a heart. )

Should they manage to check you in— and this isn't up to you, I'm afraid— you'll get a mark similar to this. ( He drops his sleeve back down. ) You're not going to be able to wait out every time you feel like this, and if you try to, it's only going to get more intense until you can't anymore.

( Again, he folds his arms, shrugging his shoulders. )

I'm not looking down on you. I'm only speaking from experience.